Your head rested on my chest as I stroked your hair. We talked about our parallel lives that only collide in moments like this-- sitting on our beds confessing all of our secrets like we were under interrogation, truths pouring from our mouths.
Maybe we weren't meant to be together after all-- maybe we're only supposed to be together like this-- maybe we are supposed to keep each other like all of our secrets, in a dark remote place in our hearts-- a place no one else is brave enough to go.
It makes me sad to think about-- but it makes the world seem a magical place-- a place where fate runs free & always brings us back together.
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